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Feb. 23rd, 2007

cordsex

getcha going down down

getcha goin down

We rode down the 101 in a modified vehicle that seemed to be of extraterrestrial origin. The wonderful part of the whole experience was how smoothly the thing handled, almost as if we were predestined to make the turns, swerves and fishtails we were having so much fun with. Everything But The Girl was our soundtrack, 2.22 AM was the time the clock showed, and pure seratonin was all we felt. Stars streaked by like fratboys as we finally took an exit.

Getting out of the car was like stepping 10 years back in time. The air was humid around us as we stepped into the flourescent discotheque that was brightly labeled '7-11'. I looked at my mobile phone and realized that my birthday was in a month before grabbing something metal and neon, assuming it to be a nuclear reactor. It turned out to be an energy drink, but as i was already irradiated from the sheer joy of motion, ingesting the can's contents held to the basic principles of nuclear fission. I shouted I love you all as I exploded in the parking lot.

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